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Chronicle 357 ~The Next Round B~

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The more things change, the more they stay the same. I would have been better off buying $160.00 worth of alcohol and spending my week in bed or my face in the toilet. Not like I have B. Bottles of pills, food packets, puppy toys. “The Next Round B.”

Thursday, June 23, 2022

Chronicle 357 ~The Next Round B~

508 Days Without B III

Just Me Baby B,
Did you have a good day? I’m not asking that to your face or your “sister.” No doggies in the window…

No, not today, B III. I am time traveling, this being Saturday, June 18, 2022. You know what that means. I could use a drink. Braxton, I’m not one for hitting the bottle. After today? Braxton, if it’s any consolation, I brought back fries. That’s not such an all-consuming addiction, right? Love is all you need? When I wasn’t busy humming “Rasputin,” guess what other song there was? As I said, I’m not one to drink but your Aunt Carolina… Yeah, Braxton, with you around, I was my most free; now second was with your Aunt. I’m always “trying” to remain in control of myself. But considering what came from Amazon today. And how much more money did I spend to reclaim the lost ground?

Your yard, Braxton. Your Old Man, yeah fucked up, surprise, surprise. I’m not working on your memorial, but $80.00 for a new yard trimmer. But wait, there’s more, Triple B. Remember, I know my limits, but without you here to spend money on or curb my enthusiasm… Well, that outfit came today. The one that a particular vixen wears. Dammit! It’s not like I can do anything with it. And all I wanted to do was get her out of it, so I could see her Yabbos. B III, trust me, you would like them to. I was begging, Braxton. More than you for a bite of anything and with the money I’ve spent. Would liquid courage help me with returns to the Day Job?

It couldn’t be harder than walking up to Banfield today when I didn’t see any fur babies at the front. Of course, I didn’t make it to the desk. It was like my heart was beating out of my chest. I was shaking, scared out of my mind, and ready to scream. Were you too? The last time I talked to Banfield was when they put you in a wooden box. And a little of you in my pendant I wear every single day. Your spirit, strength, and security. Those are everything. I wish I could say I was delirious, discombobulated, or drunk. Medicine time. I shake your meds, but I could use a drink. And still, I’d never forget you. The Next Round B.

Gospel 357 ~Be The Needle B~

Always and Forever,
Your Dad

Gospel 265 ~Hair of the Braxton~

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I was never much of a drinker. No, I wasn’t one of the “Cool Kids.” It wasn’t that I was trying to be good. But for whoever I share my life with, I want to be. For fifteen years, eleven months, that was Braxton. Without that love? Hair of the Braxton

Tuesday, March 23, 2021

Gospel 265 ~Hair of the Braxton~

Dear Future Wife,
I AM a Billionaire right now, but not even that is enough to bring Braxton back to me. Well, there’s Braxton fur…

You know I don’t drink My Love and alcohol won’t help anything. I did say I don’t indulge, but you can ask my second BFF and one glass of wine. Yet, at this rate, saying I was drinking in excess might be better than drowning myself in tears “One More Night.” Yeah, what’s one more sad song? It wouldn’t matter if I was working the ole Day Job or my dream job. “Every Day Is Exactly The Same.” What an insult that is to my boy? My apathy is what led to his death because he was always there. I was whatever, but B? Baby girl, I focused on things that didn’t matter. So Braxton, who I love, paid for my ennui with his life.

Now I’m doing it again. Yes, I see that now, and the thing is, I don’t give a damn. Braxton’s Life Matters, and if I had treated him as such before, he might still be here. Only no, he has the food in his bowl, he has his water, so he cries for one night; by morning, B’s just fine. I’ve been losing myself to the madness of this world. I lost my boy, my firstborn. Now it’s the background noise. Do you know what caught my ear in that ruckus? Is Hank a Good Father? Hank Hill from King of the Hill, so I demanded an answer from myself. “What Makes A Good Man?” How about your husband and the daddy of our kids?

The best lover and friend, the best daddy I can, as Will Smith put it. Without a doubt, I don’t want to be my father. How dare I right with everything? I don’t want our kids to hate me. If a child wakes up believing the whole world is against him and his father too? That’s something good I’ll remember about Braxton’s eyes. In his final hours, suffering, and dying he saw me, and I could hear him saying. “Daddy, can we go home. Daddy, I want to stay with you.” I look at you and my family now, and you don’t feel that way?

Drunk on you, on love, for now, I’m sober. I need love; I know that. Some Hair of the Braxton

BLM Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will


Log 071 ~When Will Got Lit~

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When you’re running for your life, drinking falls to the wayside, though I was high for obvious reasons in school; nothing has got me going more than love and where is the rehab to that? When Will Got Lit, Edward Cullen, a girl is my brand of heroin.

Tuesday, September 10, 2019

Log 071 ~When Will Got Lit~

Dear Future Wife,
I AM a Millionaire right now, and still not much of a drinker. Yes, I am a rich man, “Yubby dibby dibby dibby dibby dibby dibby dum.” Can’t say I’ve ever seen Fiddler On The Roof all the way. Speaking of my weirdness, why do we own a wine cellar again and wow a vineyard? I’m a little Drunk On You; okay, I’ll stop, but my point is you want to know what lights me up? Of course, you’ve always known. One morning I’m getting up and about to fall back asleep and bam, like thunder, lightning.

Things I love more than pop culture references? My firstborn, of course, but he would wait forever. Our other children but I’m not one for weekend sports. I suppose I get it, why so many fans drink. If they do play a game though I hope it’s track. Anyway, again, the concept is I want them to be passionate about something in life. I got a refresher of that today. I remember when email was all the rage? So I’m falling asleep, and I get this message, and it reminds me of you. Now all I need do is look behind me, but the last thing on my mind would be working. The idea is I thought of those times I would get your messages. When my first book started selling, and I sat there like Forrest Gump watching the numbers. We don’t have to worry about money no more.

I was high when I first started my business which was more than writing. You know that quote from Marilyn Monroe about making a girl laugh? I might sound like a greedy so and so, but I get mesmerized by bullion. The green of dollars puts a smile on my face. Do you want to place a bigger smile on my face? It was living my dream. For years it was the same, sitting at the beach typing up a storm, watching you and the children play. You’re the only thing that can pull me away from my work. Lastly, it was the day that we became one. On that day, when you said, “I do,” love is a hell of a drug baby girl. I sound like a zombie focused on my phone or your body, my beautiful wife. My motivations today said stay hungry but looking at you, that’s When Will Got Lit.

I Will Have No Fear

Basic Bar

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I’m don’t drink, it impairs judgment, makes you say something stupid, makes you completely different but every so often I get that nudge for a drink. “Basic Bar” been on my knees, hugging the porcelain altar because I’m just so sick of

A man walks into a bar

as the people say, how bizarre
and demand that he be locked in a cage
for his rage.
His judges, big and small, wherever they are

the man would say au revoir
only he needs to forget his pain
But he sings that I wish it would rain
just so he knows how tall, on what star

To set a much higher bar
Because sitting here in limbo
with just another… no just leave him alone.
Only now he’s on WordStar

a few scars
to remind him, the sky’s the limit.
In five minutes
he’s in the back of a patrol car

while my guitar
gently weeps.
So I creep
to ask him before he’s taken down the boulevard

“Just another so and so from afar…”

Copyright © 2017, Will A. Bradford Jr. All rights reserved.

Love… Prescription… Glasses

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This is why you don’t wear glasses to bed though honestly I think I’ll leave mine on my “first” time just to really catch what’s going on, while getting it on. Love makes it so you can’t see straight anyway… Love… Prescription… Glasses

See Me Here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SyviASgvfpk

My heart skips a beat;
makes up with two, maybe three… a feat
holding back my heart, for I’m no hunk
or Hulk seeing stars, just collisions
Only never between the sheets

I watch you fall from the sky
and have no reason to ask the deities why
Yet I remain a monk
As you make your decision
But I’m just another guy

No Aristotle, Socrates, Plato… they thought a lot
Not even they knew how to stop
this thing they call “love”, who’d a thunk
Me and you
Love me like you do
That’s not a mission

Just a dream in my bunk

So why are you here today?
Did we Marvin Gaye
and get it on… from my dreams to my bed double vision

new prescription or am I drunk

Copyright © 2015 Second Circle Creations, Will A. Bradford Jr. All rights reserved.

Inspired By: ???, The Isley Brothers “Between The Sheets”, Ellie Goulding “Love Me Like You Do” Fifty Shades of Grey Soundtrack, Charlie Puth Ft. Meghan Trainor “Marvin Gaye”, and Foreigner “Double Vision”